I actually wrote this a day early because I knew I’d spend today frantically running reports at work and then attending CVG-related meetings in the evening. On the plus side, Friday gave me the perfect topic for the post, because Friday was COLD.
You know it’s going to be a long-ass winter when you hit record lows for 15 straight days at the end of the fall, and Nov 10th dawns at a whopping 12 degrees F.
Now, note that I write this knowing perfectly well that I’m going to look back at this in February and go “HA!” because 12 degrees in November will feel positively BALMY in February when hitting 0 is an improvement. But that inexorable inching towards single digits is just an indicator of things to come for Minnesota.
That’s why I wrote “That’s Just Winter” a few years ago. Because even being born and bred in the northern climes didn’t prepare me for the full-on horror that is a Minnesotan winter, not even counting when the polar vortex decides to vacation in the State of Hockey. Winter is supposed to be cold and snow and ice — not, “Oh just cut it off, who needs a nose when it freezes solid in 3 seconds and, besides, then I could get the scarf up a little higher and less of my face would turn blue?”
Whenever we perform “That’s Just Winter” live, we get SUCH a laugh up here in Minnesota. Because they all know it’s TRUE.
The holidays are coming, the Christmas specials and decorations are for sale (UGH. Spare me. It is not yet even THANKSGIVING. Christmas is not allowed until nightfall on Turkey Day. SERIOUSLY), and we’ve already had snow when it was sunny and ice when it wasn’t and stupid cold for no good reason.
And that’s truly just how winter works up here.
Funny note — Friday was close to single digits, but Saturday was in the 40s and today is even a bit warmer. Because it can’t be consistent, either. That would be cheating.
Funny note, the second — recording this particular video was NO fun at all. Sarah was fine overall, though she got warm by the 2nd or 3rd take in her Candles Enough sweatshirt. I, on the other hand, was ROASTING; I was beet-red by the last take, which we couldn’t use because I looked like I’d painted my face with actual red paint. That hat works in -30 degree winds. I know, I’ve needed it. It is FAR less pleasant in a heated house. Ultimately we picked the best recording we had at the time not because it was perfect, but because I was going to have heatstroke if we didn’t stop!